Victory
Again, things progressed rather quickly, and most of the things I mentioned have been done, finished with, whatever. The most interesting one was, unsurprisingly, Dad's objection to Shanna and I staying together alone. I'd intended to wait for an answer from Shanna first, but as we were alone watching Live8 together, I got thinking about it, and somehow just asked from nowhere what his objection actually was. Initial reaction is important, and it was good; sticking to what he'd said but still willing to discuss it in confidence that he was right. I told him that Shanna's parents had already said they didn't mind it, and like I'd hoped, he did indeed accept that that argument was defeated and didn't come up with another one. It wasn't quite that easy though, because he wanted proof. Having not actually had a definitive answer from Shanna yet, I wasn't sure how that'd go, but said I'd ask about it later when I talked to her. So, later that evening when I was talking to her, Dad suddenly said 'not going to call tonight then?'. I said I'd never intended calling... but thought well, why not, if it'll do. So, I asked Shanna if we could call right away, and she said yes, so we did. The preceeding conversation and the phonecall were probably the strangest but most entertaining night I'd had for a while; I really do enjoy debate when it's down to intelligent and often humourous discussion. Anyway, Dad talked to Dawn for a while (even though he said he didn't actually want a conversation to begin with), and she confirmed she didn't mind, and he agreed to go with the rest of the family up to Oxford and leave Shanna and myself the house here. Yay!
That was a good day overall; I'd spent the rest of it watching Live8, which although many others don't seem to agree with me I thought was extremely good. I would have loved to have been there. Apart from a few (I left for the first time when Ms. Dynamite came on), all of the bands gave a great performance. Even the worst of them didn't do too badly, and the best ones were flawless. The very best overall, I think were the Stereophonics. I like them, although they're not a favourite in particular, but even if I'd disliked their music I would still have to admit that they played perfectly. The hightlight though, was definately seeing Pink Floyd at the end. First time in twenty-four years they've played together apparently, and very likely the last time they ever will. Even so, they still sounded just as good as they ever have, and played a set of four songs.
The next day I finally managed to get up to Graham's for the meeting, and we got quite a lot discussed that needed to be, including quite a bit about our immidiate future. Also got involved in a conversation with his dad, who said he was thinking of taking a few days off work around the time when Shanna's here too, and that he wouldn't mind going with us to a couple of places if we wanted a lift. It's looking likely that the second half will be spent down here though, and thet first in Oxford. The reason is just that I'd rather have the second half of the time at home alone rather than the first, and it works out quite well with family's plans. So, we'll probably go straight from Gatwick to Oxford, and for slightly shorter time than originally thought. I think Graham was planning on being with us there for a couple of days, but if we're not going to be there long anyway, then he may as well be there the whole time.
I also discovered the reason for the awful tea - I hadn't seen it the night before, but in the light of the next morning there was clearly a layer of fat deposit around the inside which hadn't been washed off by my quick 'cleaning' before I used the cup. The shelf it was on is above our deep fat fryer, which explains it. Even after washing it thoroughly though, it still doesn't taste quite right; I think it's been contaminted forever.
Finally, I've been trying to get on with work as usual, but I'm still failing very badly. I got a reasonable amount done today, but nothing like as much as I can produce when I find the motivation. It's useless to try though, and nothing I can do to change it - when I'm in this kind of mood it's better to give up and go to bed, and hope the next day is better, than it is to struggle on into the night and just become tired.
My next update will be a little variation from the usual - a mini 'essay' on a subject rather than anything to do with me. I can't be bothered now though, having a very lazy day. Sleep.
That was a good day overall; I'd spent the rest of it watching Live8, which although many others don't seem to agree with me I thought was extremely good. I would have loved to have been there. Apart from a few (I left for the first time when Ms. Dynamite came on), all of the bands gave a great performance. Even the worst of them didn't do too badly, and the best ones were flawless. The very best overall, I think were the Stereophonics. I like them, although they're not a favourite in particular, but even if I'd disliked their music I would still have to admit that they played perfectly. The hightlight though, was definately seeing Pink Floyd at the end. First time in twenty-four years they've played together apparently, and very likely the last time they ever will. Even so, they still sounded just as good as they ever have, and played a set of four songs.
The next day I finally managed to get up to Graham's for the meeting, and we got quite a lot discussed that needed to be, including quite a bit about our immidiate future. Also got involved in a conversation with his dad, who said he was thinking of taking a few days off work around the time when Shanna's here too, and that he wouldn't mind going with us to a couple of places if we wanted a lift. It's looking likely that the second half will be spent down here though, and thet first in Oxford. The reason is just that I'd rather have the second half of the time at home alone rather than the first, and it works out quite well with family's plans. So, we'll probably go straight from Gatwick to Oxford, and for slightly shorter time than originally thought. I think Graham was planning on being with us there for a couple of days, but if we're not going to be there long anyway, then he may as well be there the whole time.
I also discovered the reason for the awful tea - I hadn't seen it the night before, but in the light of the next morning there was clearly a layer of fat deposit around the inside which hadn't been washed off by my quick 'cleaning' before I used the cup. The shelf it was on is above our deep fat fryer, which explains it. Even after washing it thoroughly though, it still doesn't taste quite right; I think it's been contaminted forever.
Finally, I've been trying to get on with work as usual, but I'm still failing very badly. I got a reasonable amount done today, but nothing like as much as I can produce when I find the motivation. It's useless to try though, and nothing I can do to change it - when I'm in this kind of mood it's better to give up and go to bed, and hope the next day is better, than it is to struggle on into the night and just become tired.
My next update will be a little variation from the usual - a mini 'essay' on a subject rather than anything to do with me. I can't be bothered now though, having a very lazy day. Sleep.